Amanda is playing for the Gators, and, with only seven players on her team, there is a lot of floor time for everyone. Girl was her usual, aggressive self this morning, fouling plenty but fooling the high-school referees often enough. She made a bunch of buckets and gave Assistant Coach Grandpa plenty of reason to grin.
Elisabeth is really picking up steam on the court, too. By that, I mean, she generally dribbles with one hand in the right direction. She totally has the running thing and the arms-up guarding thing down. She still struggles in the scoring department, but, I always tell her that one field goal she made last season put her ahead of my lifetime scoring record. Plus, Assistant Coach Dad says Libby should actually blame her "chicken arms." The Blue Jays only had five girls for today's game, so they were molting by the final buzzer.
Then, we get to the boy. It was not that surprising when Benjamin said he wanted to play basketball; he's spent so many past seasons watching his sisters. What is surprising is that most of his teammates are as clueless as he is. Assistant Coach Dad said he never could have predicted so much whining from kindergarten and first-grade boys. The Smashers, so far, are anything but. Benjamin spent all his court time intent on guarding... even when his guy wandered onto a neighboring court. He hardly touched the basketball, and, even in warm-ups, never hefted it more than about two feet above his head. There was, however, a lot of running, and Ben especially seemed to pick up speed when it was time to head for the sidelines or the drinking fountain.
Could be a long season.
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